O Merciless Oppressor Poem by Blessing Ekpe

What fools we were!
We bragged about how rich we were
Cunningly you wandered into our land
And cart away the riches of the land
Her people you stole and enslaved
Her gold and silver you loots
O merciless oppressor

The poor you oppress
The widows you depress
The young men you murder
And the men you chained
What audacity do you have,
Over the life of others?
O merciless oppressor

Great windstorms will blow
The oppressors away like straw
Oceans and rivers will come
rushing over in a devastating flood
Hail stones will beat down with terrible force
Bolts of lighting will strike
Right on target.
O merciless oppressor

This shall be the reward of the wicked
This you very well know
Fertile land turned into a desert
O intruders of our time
Spare your bullet that have brought boredom
The land cry for freedom
We are tired of your gun of boredom and destruction
O merciless oppressors.